Page 30 of Six of Hearts
They helped me down onto the plush rug in front of the couch, and then they were both hovering over me, their hands everywhere at once. Ronan kissed me while Julian hooked his fingers into my shorts and panties, sliding them down my legs with reverent slowness.
"Spread your legs for us, baby," Julian said, his voice rough with desire.
I did, and both men groaned at the sight of me laid bare before them.
"So wet already," Ronan said, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh with maddening slowness. "You want this as much as we do."
"Yes," I gasped as his fingers found my clit, circling it with perfect pressure. "God, yes.”
Julian positioned himself between my legs, his breath hot against my pussy. "I need to taste you.”
The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, and Ronan's hand immediately covered my mouth.
"Shh," he whispered against my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You have to be quiet, remember? Can't wake the kids."
I nodded, and he removed his hand, replacing it with his mouth in a deep kiss that swallowed my moans. Julian's tongue worked magic between my legs, licking and sucking while Ronan kissed me like he was trying to memorise the taste of me.
"She tastes incredible," Julian said, coming up for air, his chin glistening. "Ronan, you have to try this."
They switched positions smoothly, and then it was Ronan's mouth on me, his tongue pushing inside while Julian kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
"You're so responsive," Julian murmured, his hand on my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. "Every touch makes you shake."
"It's too much," I whimpered against his mouth. The pleasure was building too fast, too intense. "I'm going to—"
"Come for us," Ronan said, adding two fingers to his tongue, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside me. "Let us feel it."
I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me while I bit down on Julian's shoulder to keep from screaming. They worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless and panting.
"That's one," Julian said with a wicked grin. "We're not done with you yet.”
Ronan stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants while Julian did the same. My eyes widened at the sight of both ofthem naked and hard for me, and a fresh wave of arousal washed through me.
"How do you want us?" Ronan asked, stroking himself slowly.
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice still shaky from my orgasm. "I've never—two at once—“
"We'll take care of you," Julian promised. He lay down on his back and held out his hand. "Come here."
I straddled him, and he guided himself to my entrance. I sank down slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation of him filling me.
"Fuck, you feel good," Julian breathed, his hands on my hips, steadying me.
Ronan knelt beside us, and I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his cock. He groaned and thrust into my fist while I rode Julian, finding a rhythm that had all three of us panting.
"I want to be inside you too," Ronan said, his voice strained. "Can I?"
I looked at him, saw the question in his eyes—not just asking for permission, but making sure I truly wanted this. "Yes," I gasped. "Please."
Julian held still while Ronan positioned himself behind me. I felt him at my entrance, pressing in alongside Julian, and the stretch was intense but not painful. I breathed through it, trusting them completely.
"Breathe," Julian coached, his hands gentle on my hips. "Relax for us."
I did, and Ronan slid in deeper, both of them filling me completely. For a moment, we all just stayed still, adjusting to the sensation, connected in the most intimate way possible.
"Okay?" Ronan asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Move. Please move."
